There was a crow which wanted to fly
Just to fly, To soar up in the sky
And stay there for a while,
Looking at the wind smile.
One day, on yet another random whim,
The wind just picked up him
And together they were
Just together, they were.
And for a while, the crow just flew
through sunshine, moonlight and fresh dew
But some part of him always knew
Things were too good to be true.
Then one day the wind asked him why
But all the crow knew was to fly
What could he tell if asked why.
A million dreams, a thousand hopes
The crow did not desire.
All he wanted was a smile here, a glimpse there.
And All he wanted was to just fly.
Would the wind have stayed if he said why
Was he good enough forever, And if so,
How far would he go, How far could he go
Before realizing he was sure he couldn’t be sure.
In the end, because he couldn’t tell why
And because he couldn’t lie.
He couldn’t even cry. He just had to fall down and die.
Just because, he wanted to fly and see her smile.
Crow Breakfast – Courtesy Alex Hutch
25th January, 2012.
Gautham.
